I tore at his belt, my laughter turning into a gasp as he spun me around and pressed me against the wall, his body caging mine. The sun was setting over the water in the distance, but I couldn’t appreciate the beautiful sight. Because his cock was already hard, the thick outline straining against his jeans, and I rocked back against him, desperate for friction.
“Kardok—”
“Bed. Now.”
His voice was a snarl, but his hands were gentle as he steered me toward the guest room, kicking the door shut behind us. The moment we hit the mattress, we were a tangle of limbs, mouths crashing together, clothes being stripped away in frantic jerks. His shirt hit the floor. My skirt followed. His pants were next, and then I was naked beneath him, his massive body looming over me, his dark eyes burning with hunger.
“Gods, you’re perfect,” he murmured, his calloused palms sliding up my thighs, spreading me open. I whimpered as his thumbs brushed my folds, already slick with need. “Already so wet for me, Princess.”
I arched into his touch, my breath hitching as he dipped a finger inside me, curling it just right. “Kardok?—”
“Shh.” His mouth found mine again, swallowing my moans as he added a second finger, stretching me, preparing me. His tongue mimicked the motion, fucking into my mouth in slow, deep strokes. I clawed at his shoulders, my body coiling tight, already climbing toward release.
But he pulled back, his lips curling into that wicked grin I loved. “Not yet, Mate.”
Before I could protest, he was dragging me to the edge of the bed, hooking my legs over his shoulders. The first lick of his tongue—thick, ridged,hot—had me gasping.
He groaned against me, the vibration making my hips jerk. “Fuck, you taste good.”
His mouth was relentless. He licked me in long, slow strokes, his tusks grazing my inner thighs, sending shivers through me. His fingers never stopped moving—two inside me, curling against that spot that made my vision blur, while his tongue circled my clit in maddening teases. I tangled my hands in his topknot, my body trembling, my breath coming in ragged little pants.
“Kardok—please?—”
He chuckled darkly, the sound pulsing against my pussy. “Louder, Princess. I want to hear you beg.”
His tongue flattened, dragging through my folds before flicking my clit, fast and relentless. His fingers pumped in and out, his free hand rising to squeeze my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers until it ached. The dual sensations were too much—I was going to come, I wasright there?—
“That’s it,” he growled, his mouth pressed against my clitoris. “Come for me, Lila.”
I shattered with a broken cry, my back bowing off the bed, my thighs locking around his head. He didn’t stop, licking me through it, drawing out every last shuddering pulse.
I was oversensitive, my body twitching, but he kept going, his tongue lapping at me like he couldn’t get enough. It was too much, I couldn’t concentrate…
“Kardok—stop—I can’t—” I tugged at his hair, my voice breathless.
He lifted his head, his lips glistening, his eyes bright green. Seeing him like that, seeing how much he loved giving me pleasure, broke me of any objection, just like always.
“I want you in me,” I managed to rasp.
“Well, I want you toscreamwhen you come.” His voice was rough, possessive.
I flushed, biting my lip. I wasn’t usually loud. I wasn’t?—
Kardok didn’t give me time to overthink it. In one smooth motion, he surged up to the bed and rolled onto his back. He pulled me with him until I was straddling him reverse, my back to him. His cock nestled against my curls, thick and heavy, the ridges already leaking pre-cum. I leaned forward, wrapping my fingers around him, stroking him slowly. He groaned, his hands gripping my hips, his fingers digging into my skin.
“Fuck,yes,” he hissed as I leaned farther, squeezing his cock between my breasts, dragging my slick folds over his stomach. His breath came shorter, his hips jerking up into my grip. “Just like that, Princess. Gods, you’re so fuckingwicked.”
I loved when he talked like that to me. When he mademetalk like that tohim.
His hands slid up to my ass, kneading, spreading me open. I could feel his piercing—cool metal against my heated skin—and I whimpered, my body clenching with need. I wanted himinsideme.
As if he read my mind, his hand fisted in my hair, tugging just enough to make me gasp. “Use my cock, Mate,” he growled. “Make yourself come.”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
Rising up, I positioned him at my entrance, the broad head stretching me as I sank down. The ridges caught on my walls, each one dragging against my folds, sending sparks through me. I moaned, my head falling back as I took him inch by inch, my body trembling with the effort.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Sogood.”
